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Post by sekhet on Feb 9, 2011 22:41:28 GMT -5
Sekhet wasn't very patient at the moment. This place was more miserable than she would ever dare to admit. She was freezing cold, this icy white stuff kept falling from the sky, and no one but the on called Apocalypse spoke Egyptian. She missed the feilds of sand that rolled across the vast desert and the scorching sun that bore down upon the earth. How had she even come here? Of that she wasn't really sure. The last thing she remembered from before waking up on a table in a place called New York was being thrown before the pharoah and being accused of being a cursed. As if having just unintentionally killed her husband wasn't punishment enough. She had hoped she would see him again in death, but she hadn't seen him again. Technically, she hadn't even died. Perhaps remaining was her curse.
Then again, with the learning of this new language called English was almost as frustrating as her inability to die. Her teacher was late and she was still trying to learn the alphabet. Thus far, she wasn't doing so good. The symbols made no sense to her and she didn't understand how they formed words. She was having better luck in learning how to speak the language than she was in reading and writing it. Thus far, she could say 'My name is Evelyn', 'pleased to meet you', 'how are you', and yes and no.
Sekhet shivered, her teeth chattering loudly against each other as she observed the book with her notes in it before attempting to write an A. She checked the door again, even though she had only looked a second before. She would have to ask Apocalypse how it was that he turned up the heat once he arrived. She was unsure of how he did it. Were she not so cold she would have been curious, but now she was just anxious to make it at least bareably warm. A comfortable temperature to her would have been baking to almost anyone else, but not everyone grew up on the banks of the Nile.
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Post by apocalypse on Feb 15, 2011 13:11:36 GMT -5
When he had heard that there was an ancient egyption wandering the ruins, he almost didn't believe it. He was returning from helping Wicked and the Runaways when one of the mutants came on the intercom. Again, he almost didn't believe it until he heard her voice, and she was speaking ancient egyptian. He almost fell out of the sky right there, but composed himself as the ruins came in sight. He had thought the line of his people were destroyed except for the two that showed up months before, but here was another one, speaking to him.
When he landed in the ruins, he immediately had them set up quarters for their guest. He took her down into his lab and spoke with her, speaking in a language he hadn't used in centuries. From then on he began to help her learn english as much as he could, knowing that not all of it would be his doing. She would have to study on the computers database to learn more. She was slowly gaining progress, but he knew she needed centuries of work. He entered the lab and saw her shivering and turned up the temperature in the room to a warm enough temp without risking melting the ice.
"I trust you've been studying?"
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Post by sekhet on Feb 15, 2011 17:52:41 GMT -5
Sekhet was gaining progress, faster than others might for she was a quick learner, but that didn't mean that she wasn't losing her mind and patience with this language. Normally she picked things up as quick as a whip, but this language wasn't the case. It was so befuddling. And everyone else acted as if she were the one speaking the impossible language.
It suddenly became warmer...a little bit warmer at least. She was still cold, but not nearly as frozen as she was before her teacher finally decided to arrive for their lesson. She may have hated the language, but that didn't make her any less dedicated to learn it.
She had been in the process of writing an M, unintentionally zig-zagging one zig too many and nearly continuing to make a common hieroglyph. She almost screamed and hurled the pad of paper across the room, but she merely tightened her hold on it instead.
"I've written the alphabet seven times since you were supposed to have shown up." She dropped the pad and pen on the table and scowled at it. "How do people speak this language? Every word is like boiling vomit."
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Post by apocalypse on Feb 16, 2011 2:02:52 GMT -5
"I apologize for my late arrival. Things have been...tense on the outside world as of late."
He didn't want to go into details on everything that was going on with the armies and the disappearance of the mutants. Cain had started a war with the mutant race, and the last thing Apocalypse needed was to put someone who doesn't even know what's been happening since she was last awake in the middle of it. He smirked when she compared english to boiling vomit.
"It is a tough language, but I assure you it will be worthwhile once learned. It is a beneficial part of the world now, as Egyptian was during the times of the pharaohs."
He walked over to the computer console and punched in a few keys, bringing up a map that showed the location of several mutants. Some were part of the brotherhood, while others were ordinary mutants. He watched as a few blips on the screen disappeared, then sighed and shook his head. Whatever Cain was up to, he was working fast. He continued to punch in a few keys to bring up more examples of the english language for Evelyn to look over.
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Post by sekhet on Feb 16, 2011 2:13:34 GMT -5
"Well they've been freezing in here."
Sekhet really didn't like sounding so impatient, rude, and spoiled. She was frustrated with the language, this whole new world, the fact that she knew so little about anything, and the fact that her entire way of life was just a chapter or two in the history books supported by some ruins. Her people's dead had been taken from their final resting places and put into museums, sold and ground into dust, and robbed of all their treasures. Some were facinated with her culture, but Sekhet found it depressing to look at her home now that such time had passed.
"At least we didn't all need to be scribes then."
Sekhet had been a priestess. She could read the language perfectly and knew what each symbol meant, but that didn't mean she could write it. Not very well at least. That was left for scribes and stoneworkers.
"So why exactly is my new name Evelyn Marx? No one here called me Sekhet, not even you."
She was also frustrated that even her name had to change. Her name had always been the same, but now it was appearently wrong. Sekhet gazed over her teacher's shoulder just before he changed the screen to her work and she cocked a brow in confusion. Why couldn't she know more about the current events of this new time?
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Post by apocalypse on Feb 17, 2011 2:11:10 GMT -5
"My apologies for my lack of warmth."
His voice didn't show any true feeling towards her complaints towards the island. Everyone who was part of the brotherhood was either use to it or made sure they were bundled to the point that it would affect them. When she spoke of their not needing scribes, he didn't say much about it. In all honesty he rather enjoyed the days of old Egypt next to the ruins.
"Because Sekhet was presumed dead over centuries ago. You rising up in the middle of a museum did not help matters, so we had to give you a new name to go by. However, if you feel you'd rather have your Egyptian name then I will not stop you."
He knew she was glancing over his shoulder, wondering what was going on that he seemed so intent on keeping up to date with. When he turned and looked to her, he saw that she was a little put down by the fact he was keeping her out of things. It didn't bother him the least as to what she was having problems with, but he humored her none the less.
"Times are hard in this world now. Humans and mutants at war with each other and themselves. I do not believe you are ready to face the world as it is just yet."
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Post by sekhet on Feb 17, 2011 19:56:59 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes at his apology. She knew full well that he could care less. The truth was she simply felt that she needed to complain about this whole new place, this whole new life she was going to have, or else she was going to explode. However, she was fully aware of just how litter her new teacher really cared.
Did he really think she was that stupid?
"I understand the need to for new identity. And you act as if the 'rising' was intentional. I don't even remember what I did or how I did it. I was practically dead. I still don't understand what these 'powers' are."
That was all she said. She was fully aware of just how little Apocalypse cared about her feelings. It often made her wonder why he had even decided to take her on as a student. It would have been easier to put her back into her stone coffin and put her where no one could find her. Perhaps he had plans for her. She didn't know.
She sighed and shrugged her shoulder. "Let's just get this lesson over with. I highly doubt you want to be here and I tire of being a burden."
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Post by apocalypse on Feb 20, 2011 18:05:47 GMT -5
"It is not my intention to know as to why or how you are back among us. It is something you must learn on your own, though you are free to look around and train your powers to their fullest."
He noticed that she wasn't feeling to welcomed here. Personally he really could care less. He didn't want to be respected only obeyed, and those who didn't paid the ultimate price. When she spoke of wanting to just finish the sentence and be done with it, he smirked and turned to face her fully, his back now to the monitor.
"And where would you go, Sekhet? Not many people would be able to welcome a risen Egyptian, let along a mutant in general. The world is a more hateful place now than it ever was in the times of ancient Egypt."
Apocalypse continued to make the rounds of his lab, checking on certain components and making sure that things were working well if not 100%. After everything checked out, he returned his attention back to Evie, whom he couldn't help but notice that she was seeming a bit more irritated about the lesson then she was earlier.
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